RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking around at all the flashing lights,
hearing the sounds of slot machines egging
people on, urging them to spend their money
on exorbitant odds, making them think they're
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My Mom is my best friend - I can talk to her about anything.
Whether it's real or make-believe, Mom is there and she listens.
All those years of waiting in line for some attention - now grown-up and can see her alone just about whenever I want.
What I missed as a child doesn't matter so much anymore, because now my Mom is my best friend.
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Expressing many feelings in moments of repressive rhythms, telling all in verses of mystery.
Coinciding memories of images, still forming in a mind without any repreive.
Still causing so much misery in friendships without meaning to.
Holding others hostage in her emotional barriers, pushing them away, yet holding on for dear life to their existence in her pathway,
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Character being strengthened in moments of togetherness,
elated by happiness formed in friendships all around me.
Alone, in a crowd, writing solo emotions and thoughts
for posterity.
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Sounding timidly in a song of yesterday, unsure of
it's lasting rhythm and if I can keep up with it.
Leaving the passion in gifts to be opened on later
dates in the future.
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Selecting words, fitting them into lyrics of songs
I create.
Feeling tempos beating inside, giving measures of
happiness to fill my days.
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Rushing into the beginnings of new life, alive in
Christ tonight.
Totally availing of everyone's presence, we are
continuing His work as we let our dreams go back
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Little Granddaughter, waiting patiently at home for
my arrival, so we can play Barbie's and have some
fun together, until her Daddy gets home from work.
Always a comfort to her, having Grandma beside her,
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